The Heart That Gives, Gathers.

Everything I Have Written Is The Result Of Reading Or Of Interest In People.

I See No Reason For Calling My Work Poetry Except That There Is No Other Category In Which To Put It.

Maine Should Be Pleased That Its Animal Is Not A Waverer, And Rather Than Fight, Lets The Primed Quill Fall. Shallow Oppressor, Intruder, Insister, You Have Found A Resister.

Psychology, Which Explains Everything, Explains Nothing, And We Are Still In Doubt.

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.